The Last One Awake
Language: en
In the dead of night, high up in the Rockies, my flashlight beam swept over five lifeless bodies inside the SUV. My hands trembling, I dialed 911. My voice was hoarse, shaking as I spoke. "Hello? I'm on the mountain pass... Highway 550. Everyone in my car... they're all dead." The dispatcher responded immediately. "Sir, please state your exact location. Help is on the way." My voice felt like a frozen stone hitting the pavement—hard, cold, emotionless. "I'm at the scenic turnout about five miles east of the summit. The license plate is CO-318X. Five people inside are dead." "I am the…